The Needy Beat The Greedy (Wonka 2023 fanfiction)

Third person

Noodle smuggled Willy back into the wash house using the cart, though honestly, they probably wouldn't have been seen without the cart. Bleachor and Miss Scrubbit were too busy starting into each other's eyes to notice anything around them.

Willy and Noodle could be yelling, "we just snuck out, suck on that!" And they wouldn't have noticed. Either way, were both safely back in the wash house.

"Evening, Mr. Wonka," Abacus was the first to greet him. "Not late, am I?" "Cutting it a bit fine, but that's not the point." "This is the point!" Larry joked, holding up a finger. None of the other guests got the joke, but he thought it was pretty funny.

"The point is, where have you been?" "And why do you smell like giraffe?" Piper added. Willy mentally questioned how she knew what giraffe smelled like.

"I guess I owe you an explanation, don't I? Well, the truth is, I'm a chocolate maker." "But not just any chocolate maker," Noodle chimed, emerging from the stairs. "It's the best chocolate in the world!" "Well, Noodle's flattering me, but I must admit, they're quite exquisite."

"The plan was to sell them and split the profits, but..." "Let me guess, you had a bit of a run-in with the chief of police," Abacus mumbled. "How did you know?" Noodle and Willy asked in unison.

"Well, you see, I was Slugworth's accountant. For a week, anyway. All I had to do was look after a book. I thought it was a straightforward job, until I realised there were two books. One for the authorities, and one which told the truth. It turns out, Slugworth, Prodnose and Fickleguber have been in cahoots for years."

Willy took a sharp breath at Fickleguber's name. Melrose... She didn't do anything wrong, did she?

"They hold their excess chocolate in a vault underneath the cathedral, and they use it to bribe and blackmail anyone who stands in their way, including the police and jury. They hurt people. Badly. Sometimes they'll even kill you if you step too far out of line."

Willy couldn't bite back his next question. "What about Melrose?" "Hm?" "Melrose Fickleguber. Did you know her?" "Uh, yes. Yes I did. Why?" Noodle answered that question for him, in much more honesty then whatever he was going to say. "Willy reckons she's cute!" "Noodle," he hissed back. The four others giggled.

"Eh, well, I can't say I blame you, she's quite the looker," Abacus chuckled. "But, yes, I knew her. She was actually the one who led me to the book in the first place. With less than kind intentions.
"Up until that point, I hadn't heard her speak a word. I just thought she was shy. One day, though, her father, along with the others were on a business trip for a few hours."

Abucas

Flashback

I was sitting on my desk as usual, when the woman came up to me. "You have no intention of hurting anyone, do you?"

If the question wasn't so strange, her bright smile and caring voice would've lit up the room. "No, why would I?" "No intention of hurting me?"

"I would never hurt you," I assured her. "You want to help me, right?" Her expression shifted from gentle and happy-go-lucky, to desperate pleading, like a dying puppy. I was beginning to get concerned now.

"Yes. Anything." "Come with me." We sped through the streets, to Fickleguber's shop.

We went through the twists and turns, until we got to the top, where a green ledger lay on a desk. It looked almost precisely like the red one.

Apart from the colour, something else stood out. The words "DO NOT TOUCH," were stamped neatly in gold on the front. Melrose clearly didn't obey by the sign.

As she was about to open it, we heard someone yelling, "Melrose!" The chocolate cartel was back. She looked panicked.

"Take this book," said the girl, handing it to me. "Give it to the police, ASAP. I'll try to stall them. Please be quick," with that, her desperate little voice vanished and there I was alone with the book.

Despite her instructions, I couldn't help but to take it back to Slugworth's and read it myself. She said this would help her. But how? But as I started reading, I realised what she meant.

I was a about to run to the police after I finished this book, until I heard the door opening. It was the chocolate cartel, followed by Melrose. The cartel got to calling up a lawyer to sue me, while the woman walked up to me and grinned.

"You're just like everyone else that's walked in here. It's always some disobedient, slow, stupid, gullible person," she snarled. "You must be the kindest, most gullible yet." She leaned back in her chair and side-eyed her father.

Her eyes followed him to the mini bar. We watched Miss Bon-Bon open a bottle of wine for him and pour it into a glass. He snatched it from her and gloated about how amazing he was for finding and suing me.

"Look, I didn't want to do this." She traced along the words 'DO NOT TOUCH' with her finger. "But I don't get a lot of things I want. Like praise," she whispered sadly. "So, sorry if I offended you, but if it takes suing every penny under your name to make him happy, I'd do it."

"You're pathetic."

"I know. He reminds me every day. That's why I'm doing this."

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So she's evil I guess? Or an anti-hero? Is anti-hero the one where you're doing wrong for the right reasons or is that an anti-villian? Either way, I have no idea how or why he's going to trust her now... Forgive and forget, right? He seems like the kind of person to say that.
- Amelia